"Well, if I am your's----"
"If? Is it only if?"
"Will you be mine?"
"Body, soul, and spirit. I do believe you have bewitched me. I am going mad for the love of you!"
"I am content."
"Is this a dream of ecstasy from which there will soon be waking?"
"I would that you might wake to something soon."
"What's that?"
"To the fact that I am here."
I woke to it. It was worth while to have lived if only to have woke to what I woke then. For I woke to find that her face was close to mine, that I might take her in my arms, that I was free to smother her with kisses.